- Contributed by
- People in story:
- Emily Hughes
- Location of story:
- Kington in Hereford
- Background to story:
- Article ID:
- Contributed on:
- 17 August 2005
This story appears courtesy of and with thanks to The Liverpool Diocesan Care and Repair Association and James Taylor.
With me were my two daughters and my mother and father. We stayed in an attic over a shop with a little window. In the attic other than me and my two daughters was a little boy and girl from Liverpool. Their parents never used to visit them. They were on one side and we were on the other side of the room. The woman who had the shop was a widow. She used to pluck the poultry for the village which she was paid for. With her doing so she must have made pillows and the bed of feathers on which we laid. They mustn’t have been purified because the dust off the feathers got on my chest and I took the asthma. Kington was only a small place and to go to the doctor you had to go up a slight hill. When I used to go to the doctor he used to ask me all sorts of questions about my grandparents and my great grandparents as far back as possible trying to find out about my asthma. I was like a drunken person and I’d have to stand now and again fighting for my breath. One time when I was at my worst I went to the doctors. There was three of them there, and I had to stand in front of the three of them. They asked me if we had any animals or was there any flowers in the place where we were staying. They said that these may have set off my asthma. As soon as I told my parents, my father said “Come on Mam we’ll go back to Liverpool, there’s plenty of fresh air in Princes Park and Sefton Park.” My mother’s name was Mary but he always called her Mam. I think there was heavy snow when we went back home.
How long were you in Kington for?
I’ve no idea it was all like a dream to me.
Were you and your family evacuated anywhere else?
My mother took my two children to Cambridge to my brother William, he lived there. They said it was worse there. They were told if they heard or saw a plane to lie flat in the street. My two daughters were out in a field one day and they saw the Germans’ planes firing overhead. With my brother living in the country my mother thought it would be safer there.
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